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Thanks so much you guys for all the great reviews after last chapter! They absolutely made my day! I apologize in advance for another decently boring chapter and for the shortness of it. Don't hurt me! I hope you all continue to enjoy the story xD

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Chapter 12

"Would you like to hear about the Los Angeles BB Murder Cases now?" he asked with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Yeah," I replied pretty excitedly.

L smiled back at me. "Good," he said, pulling a cup of coffee out of nowhere. I looked at the beverage in bewilderment, wondering to myself where on Earth the drink had come from. As if pulling coffee out of thin air wasn't strange enough, L then produced a jar of sugar cubes, which he promptly began dropping into his drink. Wondering when he'd stop, I started counting how many cubes he'd put into the beverage. When L finally put the jar back in the mahogany desk, there was 23 sugar cubes in his coffee. I stifled an intense gag as he sipped the drink happily.

"So," L began, "the BB Murder Cases is my most famous case, well besides the Kira Investigation. It was one of the few times I entrusted the field work to another individual. Her name was Naomi Misora, and she had been on a leave of absence from the FBI when I asked her to help me. Normally I would not have gotten involved in such a small serial killing case, but I felt personally responsible." L sipped his coffee calmly.

"Why did you feel responsible, L? It can't have been your fault that some guy decided to start killing people," I asked, confused.

"Actually it can be," L contradicted, "You see, back when Wammy's was first founded, there were just a few other kids here. One was A and the other was B. Not that it's relevant, but A killed himself under the pressure of trying to be like me. You see, Wammy's was founded to try to replicate me, so that when I died there would be able to be another L. So, A committed suicide. B was a bit different. Rather than killing himself, he went mad and began killing other people. He went to Los Angeles and began the Los Angeles BB Murder Cases.

"So, Naomi Misora investigated for me, relaying information to me while I continued my own sort of investigation. She checked out each of the first three victim's homes in turn, finding the secret messages placed by the murderer; BB. Mello, he wanted the police to have a chance to stop him. It was all a game to him. By leaving puzzles leading to the next victim's house, he was mocking the police when they couldn't solve them. I'm sure he found this extremely amusing." Again, L sipped his over-sugared coffee while I absorbed what he'd said.

"That's sick," I said quietly, mostly to myself.

L nodded gravely and continued his story, "I don't want you to think the police department was made up of idiots, though. The puzzles BB left were incredibly difficult to solve, even for me. I'm sure that's why he began assisting Misora under the pretense of being a private detective. The entire series of killings was just a way of challenging me personally. BB was angry for many reasons and this was his way of trying to draw me out. When he saw that Misora was working for me, he couldn't help but to test her abilities. He saw them as formidable and continued his little game." L paused and sipped his coffee. "Any questions?"

It took me a few minutes to answer. It was hard to know what I should ask, I had so many questions swimming around in my mind. I finally decided on asking why BB had decided to help Naomi Misora with her investigation. This was one thing that didn't make any sense to me.

"Mello, BB was trying to draw me out and mock me. That's what he was doing with the police when he left difficult maps to the next victim that he knew they wouldn't be able to solve. BB thought that even if he helped Misora to solve the case that he would be able to succeed in his plot, thus mocking me further. If he'd helped her and still beaten her, then that would have made her, and thus me, look pretty stupid," L explained.

"Oh, I get it now. Thanks," I said, feeling pretty stupid myself.

"However, BB did not succeed. Naomi Misora was able to figure it all out by herself in the end. You see, BB had set everything up so that he himself would be the last victim. By being the murderer and a victim, the case would have been unsolvable, which was his goal: to create an unsolvable case for me. He failed," L stated and finished off his coffee. Then he added in a sickeningly casual tone, "Actually B recently died in prison via Kira."

"That sounds like a….really messed up case, L," I finally managed to say.

L nodded, "It was, and I apologize that I cannot get into further details about the victims themselves and everything, but I can't keep you much longer. It's getting late. If you want you can borrow these notes, though, and read up on it." The detective gestured to the papers and files still stacked in front of him.

I couldn't deny that I was intrigued by this case, so I grabbed the file. Neither of us said anything for quite a while, causing yet another awkward silence to befall us. I thought slightly annoyedly about how I hadn't had chocolate in probably an hour.

Finally L broke the silence, "Would you like to know something about the BB Murder Cases, Mello?"

"Uh, sure," I replied, a bit unsure by this new excited tone the detective was speaking in.

"I gave the killings its name," L stated rather happily.

"That's great," I said, now almost frightened by L's joy at this little detail.

L rolled his eyes at my response. "Don't you see? It used to be referred to by a number of different things such as Wara Ningyo Murders or L.A. Serial Locked Room Killings. I, however, thought of a much more fitting name. Los Angeles BB Murder Cases. L.A.B.B. L is After Beyond Birthday." L grinned ecstatically and added, "See?"

I blinked in puzzled surprise. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, again worried about L's mental well-being.

"Oh! Look at the time!" L exclaimed suddenly.

I started, turning around to look at the clock on the wall behind me. It was almost 3:30 in the afternoon. School was out, and we'd be been talking for nearly two hours.

Great, I thought to myself, make-up work to do and no hanging out with Matt. At that I got up muttering, "I gotta get back to my room."

Once in the hallway, I leaning against the wall, sliding down to sit. I still had the BB Murder Cases file in my hand. I flipped it open and almost threw up. Right inside was a gag-worthy picture of a man on an autopsy table with all sorts of cuts on his chest. I rubbed my eye for no real reason and flipped the page of the file. An even more disturbing image was waiting to greet me. It was a foot in a bathtub. No body in the picture, just the foot, severed and disgusting.

I shut the file violently and sprinted the way back to my room. Once there, I shoved the creepy file into my desk drawer, where I hoped I might never have to look at it again.

Matt was out somewhere, probably the game room. I wasn't really in the mood to go looking for him. I had homework to do and was still fairly disturbed by all L's, erm, interesting stories.

I groaned, wondering how I'd even get my homework when I saw some papers on my bed. A note was on top of them, saying, "Mello- Here's your homework that you like epically missed, lucky bastard. Anyway, I know you'd want to get it done for tomorrow, so I brought it back for you. What'd you get called down for anyway? Love, Matt."

I smiled to myself. Good old thoughtful Matt. Looking through the pile, I saw that there really wasn't much I had to do, just some Language homework and studying for tomorrow's Math test. Easy stuff, no big deal. I finished within the hour.

Matt barged in not too long after I finished my homework. I was nearly asleep, however, and his loudness startled me. I stared at him for quite awhile, giving him an 'are you on crack' look. The redhead grinned suddenly saying happily, "Ready for tomorrow?"

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Again, sorry for the short lame chapter, but I had to continue from where I left off from. Omg, Death Note: Another Note was my friend today. It helped a lot. I wonder what Matt means when he asks "Ready for tomorrow?" Well, of course I know. I just hope I can write it right. I'll give you guys a hint: funnel cakes. Got any ideas about what they're doing? Please review! They really help me continue writing and I love hearing what you guys think. -Bloodmuffins